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Screams gave way to the cold, and the dark.
Hayley sat on the floor of what had been the nursery, weeping in Harper’s arms.
SHE WAS STILL icy, even in the parlor with a blanket over her legs, and the unseasonable fire Mitch had set to blaze in the hearth.
“She was going to kill him,” she told them. “She was going to kill the baby. My God, my God, she meant to hang her own child.”
“To keep him.” Roz stood, staring at the fire. “That’s more than madness.”
“If the nurse hadn’t come in when she did. If she hadn’t heard him crying and come in quickly, she would’ve done it.”
“Selfish woman.”
“I know, I know.” Hayley lifted her hands, rubbed her shoulders. “But she didn’t do it to hurt him. She believed they’d be together, and happy, and, oh Jesus. She was broken, in every possible way. Then at the end, when she lost again . . .” Hayley shook her head. “She keeps waiting for him. I think she must see him in every child who comes to Harper House.”
“A kind of hell isn’t it?” Stella asked. “For madness.”
She’d never forget it, Hayley thought. Never. “The nurse, she saved the baby.”
“I haven’t been able to trace her,” Mitch put in. “They had more than one nursemaid during his babyhood, but the timing of this points to a girl named Alice Jameson—which also jibes with Mary Havers’s letter to Lucille. Alice left the Harper employ in February of 1893, and I haven’t found anything more on her.”
“They sent her away.” Stella closed her eyes. “That’s what they’d have done. Paid her maybe, or just as likely threatened her.”
“Both would be my guess,” Logan said.
“I’ll push on it, do what I can to find her,” Mitch promised, and Roz turned to smile at him.
“I’d appreciate it. I wouldn’t be here without her, nor would my sons.”
“It wasn’t what she wanted us to know,” Hayley said quietly. “Or not all of it. She doesn’t know where she is. Where she’s buried. What they did with her. She won’t be able to leave, to rest, to pass over, whatever it is, until we find her.”
“How?” Stella spread her hands.
“I have an idea on that.” Roz scanned faces. “One I think’s going to hit this group about fifty-fifty.”
“What’s the point?” Harper objected. “So Hayley can see her try to hang a baby again?”
“So she, or one of us, can see what happened next. Hopefully. And by we, I mean myself, Hayley, and Stella.”
For the first time since they’d started upstairs, Harper released Hayley’s hand. He shoved off the couch. “That’s a damn stupid idea.”
“Don’t take that tone with me, Harper.”
“It’s the only tone I’ve got when my mother goes crazy. Did you see what just happened up there? The way Hayley walked from the ballroom to the old nursery? The way she talked as if she was watching it happen, and like she was part of what was happening?”
“I saw perfectly well. That’s why we have to go back.”
“I’ve got to side with Harper on this, Roz.” Logan gave an apologetic shrug. “I don’t see sitting down here while three women go up there alone. I don’t give a rat’s ass if it’s sexist.”
“I expected as much. Mitch?” Her eyebrows winged up when he sat, frowning at her. “Well, you’re about to surprise me again.”
“Yo
u can’t seriously agree with her on this?” Harper whirled around to his stepfather.
“The hell of it, Harper, is that I am. I don’t like it, but I see where she’s going, and why. And before you take my head off, consider this: They’ll do it later, at some point when none of us is around.”
“What happened to staying together?”
